His face made her gasp. He was too adorable.
The boy had a pair of large and round eyes, long eyelashes, a sharp nose, and small red lips. He looked especially exquisite.
It was a pity that he was too thin, and there was no flesh on his face.
The boy's eyes were a little dull. After a long time, they finally shone. "Thank you, Sister."
Xia Muqing couldn't help but reach out to touch his face. "Why did they hit you?"
The boy shuddered and lowered his eyes in disappointment. "Father is dead. My mother doesn't want me anymore. They all say that I'm a bastard. Sister, I'm not a monster."
He was afraid that Xia Muqing would ignore him because of this, so he explained nervously.
Xia Muqing opened her mouth and asked, "Why did you say that you're not a monster?"
The boy continued, "They said that b*stards will become monsters when they grow up."
